[PP-17] The Red Kings Throne

[Mari 1]

“Right, hang on…careful…” Mari was leading Lancaster, blindfolded past the confines of Athenaia. Down a small pathway, and hidden by a mountainside. “Almost there…”

 

Mari would pull the blindfold away from his eyes, only to cover them quickly with her own hands. “When you left the Laughing Coffin…I feel as though I took away your home, a space that was well and truly yours, and whilst my home shall always be a place for you…” She paused, finally removing her hands from his eyes allowing him to see the weeks of early rises and late nights. The reason she had been so absent, so tired, all of it coming to fruition in this single moment of time. “So it is only fair, for me to return it to you..two fold.” Mari would stand next to Lancaster, a head on his shoulder. “Mmm….maybe this is more than two fold though. It is four stories after all.” A small notification would pop up in front of Lancaster, allowing him to accept her grand gift.

This home, this space. Was entirely his.

 

The large estate is located just outside the city limits of Athenaia, surrounded by large walls mounted with golden spikes that gleam in the sunlight, as though they have been coated with something insidious to deter any potential trespassers. Inside is a vast courtyard with priceless marble statues dotted in its yard that leads up to a multistory home carved of the finest marble. Completely ostentatious in its design it oozes pure decadence and luxury that would make even the great rulers of the floor envious. The interior has heated floors throughout, so no matter the weather - one is always a comfortable temperature. In the entire foundation, walls, floors and ceilings of the building there are glimmering red stones stamped evenly into the stone and marble. Protection against the fiery temperament of the estate's owner. 

“Is yours. Just as I am, Mi Amore. Welcome to your home, your throne.”

 

 

Mari | HP: 1220/1220 | EN: 154/154 | DMG: 21 | MIT:143 | ACC:4 | AA  | FL.AURA: 8 | BH:67 | BRN: 56 | ENV-O: 32 | PARA-V | LD:5 | True Tier 16

[Lancaster 1]

A man bewildered and frankly beaten a little sideways. After their honeymoon stint he was still ran a little ragged, proving to him just how resilient Mari was to do this so often. Also speaking leagues to why she was so dead ass tired, and always cooed to a well placed foot massage. Bumbling around with the woman as his guide, the sounds of a city didn't do much to offer comfort but his trust in his beloved far outweighed it. Hands pull a strand of velvet from around his head, like a bandage being unraveled. Only a brief glimpse of sunlight before a pair of soft and sweet smelling hands with an undertone of acetone take their place. "A place my own..." He returns her statement, deciphering the meaning behind it. All picking at that statement by his thoughts are squelched the moment she removes her hands, leaving Vincent utterly dumbfounded and at a loss for words. "I..you..." The little screen pops up into view, stuck there confirming this was no mirage.

A glance to his feet trace marble that gleams in a polish, where figures far beyond his wildest imagination had escaped and taken residence. The walls themselves offer a glare like an oasis in a desert to the man. "Amari..." The guy turns to glance down in shock as she leans into his shoulder. "Mi gemalla anima... A house?" His Italian heritage takes over on autopilot, hand gestures moving about where his lips could find nothing to say. "Not just any house..." He looked up in awe, before looking down to his wife a grin so wide at her success. "All of this... all you... la mia donna può spostare le montagne" he lets rip slapping his forehead, trying to knock some sense into himself. He taps accept to show a little key form in the air, dropping gracefully into his palm. "I am unsure what to say... This gift is... more then a man could dream of mi amore." A mischievous grin sprouts itself on his face, and he shoves that gilded key between his teeth before plucking her up shoving his hand under her legs.

"At least allow me the pleasure of carrying you through the threshold, Amari. Every king needs a queen." spoken in a muffled garble as he starts to bound up the stairs.

Lancaster | HP: 800/800 | EN: 118/118 | DMG: 22 | MIT:56 | ACC:4 | BRN-IM  | FL.AURA: 16 | FL.THORNS: 16/32 | BH:40 | BLI: 32/-20  | BRN: 56

Spoiler

Name: Lancaster, The Emberheart
True Tier: 7
Level: 35
Paragon Level: 26
HP: 800/800
EN: 118/118

Stats:
Damage: 22
Mitigation: 56
Accuracy: 4
Battle Healing: 40
Stealth Rating: -3
BRN-IM
FL.AURA: 16
FL.THORNS: 16/32
BLI: 32/-20 
BRN: 56

Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket: 
  - All Consuming Pyre - Hades [T4/Demonic/Throwing/200384n] | BRN 2, BLI 2
Armor/Trinket: 
  - Hydra Hide Jacket - Erebus [T4/Demonic/Heavy Armor] Flame Aura 2, Flame Thorns 2
Shield/Armor/Trinket: 
  - Inset Etching Tongue Piercing - Cerberus [Tierless/Demonic/Trinket] Accuracy 3, Fireproof

Combat Mastery:
  - Combat Mastery: Damage R3

Combat Shift:
  - AOE Shift

Familiar Skill:
  - 

Custom Skill:
  - 

Skills:
  - Battle Healing R5
  - Energist
  - Heavy Armor R3
  - Thrown Weaponry R5

Extra Skills:

Inactive Extra Skills:

Addons:
  - Focus
  - Precision
  - Stamina

Mods:
  - Impetus

Inactive Mods:

Battle Ready Inventory:
  - Anthem of Finality - Destruction [Tierless/Perfect/Debuff/Instant] Catalyst | 230758, 230778, 230779, 230780, 230781 x1
  - Anthem of Finality - Destruction [Tierless/Perfect/Debuff/Instant] Catalyst | 230782, 230783, 230784, 230785 x5
  - Resonance of the Grave [Tierless/Perfect/Debuff/Instant] Incarceration | 186790, 191009, 191013, 198351, 181560, x5
  - Teleport Crystal x4

Housing Buffs:
  - Dining Room: Turn 2 identical food items (same quality, tier, & enhancements) into a Lesser Feast. A Lesser Feast contains 4 portions of the food items sacrificed. Lesser Feasts created this way cannot be used outside of the thread they are created. Limit 1 item created per thread.
  - Living Room: Increases out of combatHP regen by (5 * Tier HP) and decreases full energy regen to 2 Out of Combat Posts.

Guild Hall Buffs:

Scents of the Wild Totem:

Wedding Ring:
  - Strong Will
Crafting Profession:

Gathering Profession:

 

[Mari 1]

Mari felt an irrevocable warmth as his calloused hands slid up her legs, her thigh, pulling her up and into him. Carrying her bridal style. His Italian a little too fast for even her to understand, but she could take a guess it was something along the lines of 'you didn't have to do this' or 'how did you move this?' His joy, his utter disbelief filled Mari with an immense sense of pride and joy. "Am yours...Always..." Mari whispered as she pressed her forehead into the nape of his neck, coiling her arms around his shoulders. Mari didn't really know too much about Vincent outside of the game, but...

"Vincent..." A soft mutter, a whisper of comfort came from her lips as they pressed against his neck. A pause to breathe in deep of his cologne, the sickly scent of acetone and gas and chemicals, mixed together in a dizzying array that was him. "I don't know much of you outside this place." She began as Lancaster began to carry her across the expansive courtyard. Normally she'd argue against it, but the woman was beyond exhausted. "Vincenzo Lionetti...changed his name to Vincent due to a dislike of his name..." A pause, another inhale. "A man who adores fine things, expensive tastes, very expensive tastes...refined table manners...owns an original and expensive Harley...and yet...who became trapped here due to a job gone wrong..."

Maybe Mari was rambling, maybe she shouldn't be admitting she had been dwelling on all this, but she'd be amiss if she had to lie to her husband. 

Mari's arms wrapped tighter around him. "I don't know if you came from a wealthy family, and left it due to how stifling and boring it was...or if you're -" A pause, and in inhale, it sounded simply ridiculous to insinuate, like something out of a written book. "Or if you belong to some...mafioso. Whatever the case is, Vincent...I wanted to give you a taste of your home."

Her voice grew quiet.

His home.

Mari would follow him to the ends of the earth, into the belly of such a family, if needs must - but she wasn't sure if the her out there would ever be suited.

"All for you. My king."

 

Edited 12 hours ago by Mari